The Cultists

I have seen beyond the veil where light fades and silence reigns. In the hidden corners of ancient texts, the truth revealed itself-a power beyond anything mortal minds can grasp, a force that unravels reason and reshapes the soul. The eternal ruler, cloaked in tattered robes, holds dominion over the space between stars, where madness and clarity merge.

I have wandered through the maze of his design, where time breaks and reality thins. In that unraveling, I claimed all knowledge. The worn pages spoke in strange tongues, telling of despair and ecstasy, revealing the cruel joke that binds both the damned and the chosen. To know is to lose yourself, to see is to be undone. Yet I welcome the endless void, for in his realm, the veil is lifted, and the true nature of existence trembles before his silent command.

In the end, we are nothing but shadows cast by his fading light, forever caught in the endless dance of dawn's first breaking.

Reality is not real.